Book Shame Novels & Stories

The book club incident was simply just playing over and over in my head because I really felt absolutely ashamed for letting Marcus to take me again, for succumbing to his antics and for even coming hard, moaning, crying, while shooting cum from a dick that was untouched, spurting cum heavily like that in a public place. What kind of person was I becoming? And what kind of person was he turning me into with the things he did to me? I could not stop thinking about the way his hands ran over my skin, or stop hearing that his thick sexy voice in my ears, and neither could I forget the way he filled me up with his cock wherever he tried. All of these thoughts swirling inside of mind instantly ma

I somehow found myself reading back this book to try and get myself back into the story to get the motivation to write more of the sequel and it was shocking how many times I cringed reading this book back! I do forget that I finished Shy when I was 16 years old. Six years on, I think it's finally time to rewrite and update this book so I can read it without cringing so horribly at 16 year old me. I hope by rewriting this it will get me back into the story and I can continue to write more updates for Defeated. In the meantime, enjoy the rewritten version of Shy called 'Shy (Rewritten)'! It will be updated bit by bit and will not be uploaded all at once! But I hope you like it!

Palmer’s POV There is a peculiar shame that settles over you when the person you once trusted becomes the architect of your fear. It’s quieter than anger and heavier than grief — a slow sediment that layers itself under your ribs until you forget what it feels like to breathe without pressure. I found myself living inside that shame.

After what'd happened in my previous life, did she really think I'd fall for the same trick twice? She screamed and fell to the floor. The trash bin beneath her desk tipped over, spilling shredded receipts everywhere. I grabbed a handful and read them out loud, "Mr. Sullivan, Mr. Lloyd, Mr. Welch… So this is where all your receipts ended up. No wonder last month's reimbursements never arrived." The office erupted in shock. With money involved, no one was letting this slide. Easton Lloyd's expression darkened. "If she can't even handle basic accounting, what is the point of keeping her?"

She crossed the room and slapped me so hard that I almost hit against the wall. “How dare you speak of the company after all the mess you created!” she screamed. “That company is in my care now, with Cassandra by Kael's side, things will flow in massively. You? You’d destroy everything your father built!” My cheek burned. Tears stung, but I refused to let them fall. “I have no scent doesn't make me a dumb brain mother. It is mine,” I insisted. Selene’s voice was harsh. “You are nothing. You were born cursed. You bring shame to this family every time you breathe.”

As I walked past him, I could feel his eyes piercing into my back. I almost looked back. Almost. Calling an Uber was hard. My hands wouldn't stop trembling. And I knew, I knew that I would succumb to my lowest state the moment I was back home alone. I didn't want that. I didn't want to be the shameless girl who slept with a man only two days after meeting him. I didn't want to be… me. “Fuck!” I breathed, running my hand through my hair. I needed a drink.

I played around with it before heading to bed, my heart full from my wonderful birthday weekend. On Monday, Sasha’s birthday present had arrived in the mail and was sitting on my bed when I got home from university. I was a little disappointed that Sasha wasn’t my birthday present. I tore open the package and found a book and a small box. The book was one I had looked at when Sasha had brought me to Shakespeare and Company in Paris. He had offered to buy it for me then, but I had refused. He had obviously gone back to the store to buy it later because this book was stamped with the Shakespear and Company logo, and had the company blotter spritzed with perfume tucked into its pages. A little

Caroline bombed her with words. She looked at them with disbelief. "Okay, I'll go. Just one time, let me see Jami and William, bro." Ashlyn said, moving towards the main door when Amanda pulled her by her arm and said: "What do you think? They'll be home, saddened by your absence.No, they are not. They are in the office doing work. If you didn't have any shame, then your brother doesn't care about you. They don't want to see your face. You disrespect our family and our names. So, get lost. We don't even want to see your face, and as for James, he was "hell-angered and wanted to kill you with his own hands."

I stood my ground not moving even an inch from there. " What? It's just Victoria's secret where we can find sexy lingerie and nightwear, not an adult toys shop. Relax and follow me, you need these to woo those New York boys." she winked at me making me more shy and embarrassed about the ordeal. I always bought these things online and I know I am a modern girl but these things make me nervous and shy.

He also read a few about redemption but when I found one titled: ‘The Weightiness of Guilt’, something about it drew me closer. Was Shawn remorseful for what he did to me? Did he have such a book because of it? I picked up the single leather-bound volume book, caressing its title and getting lost in emotions. “Get a grip, Calista!” I chided myself and opened the book. My brows furrowed as I didn't find what I had expected to find in its content. This was a report filled with diagrams and detailed schematics of a deal. I felt sick in the stomach when I read through and found all the cruel things Shawn had done for money. He even facilitated an experimental deal in rural areas.